Backstory

Being obsessed with the stars, Corvus often left her home at night. The stars would guide her, a language she learned to read within the constellations, dimming and brightening again as a form of speech. They would help her with her problems, solutions she never thought were possible, guiding her towards friendships and nearby towns where she doesn't feel as lonely as she once did with her aloof family. The only times the skies clouded overhead, she would make a mistake that angered the stars. This often does not happen, however.

Her family was angered by her disappearances, leaving her tired and virtually unable to work during the daytime. Her older sisters mocked her, scornfully reminding her that they're taking up the work Corvus didn't finish. She's often uncomfortable around them, especially while they were at work, expecting them to yell at her for slacking off at any moment. She would try her best to help around with things she's good at, but her parents would always assign her to difficult tasks that always sucked any remaining energy out of her. She still complied, however. Her lack of energy and slow movements are the reason her family is provoked.

During a harsh winter, when crops were short and stocks of food were running low, Corvus's family complained about the hunger, mostly rattling on about how if she worked harder, they could've had more to eat. An unforgiving blizzard stormed for weeks on end, making her family more and more desperate. They argued with Corvus, calling her names, reminding her that it's her fault that they starved. Corvus hasn't seen the stars in a while. She missed them and desperately needed their answers. But nothing came; she was abandoned in the never-ending storm, left to find a solution on her own.
Her family would poke and prod at her, until an argument formed. They deemed her useless, her sisters thoroughly disappointed in her, and her parents unforgiving. Corvus tried staying silent; they had reason to be angry at her slacking off, but she couldn't take it. Their horrible, stabbing words made her snap. She yelled and yelled, saying everyone else was slacking off too, that she's not the only reason why they starved, that her family was incompetent and unwilling to get help from any nearby towns, or the stars that could gift them answers. Even with her weakened state, her mother slapped Corvus across the face. No more words were spoken; everyone glared in hatred.

Corvus was rushed out of the house, leaving her with no supplies at all, saying they could use one less mouth to feed. She was stuck, with no home to keep warm, the stars were hidden, and the piercing cold bit at her body. Snow fell, covering the land in a lost white haze.

With no other option, she took off, hoping any sense of direction would help her enough to find the nearest town, but to no avail. She was lost, nothing but snow everywhere she looked, as if the world was nothing more than a white void. Her determination didn't run out, however, and she finally saw something that wasn't snow. Upon closer inspection, it was a camp, filled with people. The people were a group called the Star Syndicate, a giant following of crows. They were infamous for killing off people who rejected the skies.

A Syndicate member spotted her as she quickly fled the scene, not wanting to attract more trouble to her, even at the expense of dying in the snow. They followed her, a Crow-winged human with short hair, buzzed at the side of their head, and a familiar uniform that was as dark as the night, matching their hair. Even with their dark contrast to the snow, they were silent. Using the noisy wind as a cover for her footsteps, eventually reaching the oblivious wanderer from behind.

...
Suddenly, she woke up, hands tied and eyes covered with a bag, a splitting headache eating away at the back of her head. She was terrified; no words came out of her mouth, paralyzed by her own fear. She felt warmth, the only thing comforting her in this unknown place she woke up in. After a few beats of silence, she was suddenly interrogated.

"Who are you?" They demanded, "What are you doing out in the middle of nowhere?" She explained her situation, being kicked out by her family, and being left with nothing to fend for herself. Nothing but scoffs can be heard throughout, whispering to each other about what she could've done to be kicked out during such a desolate time. Corvus never answered, wracked with guilt at her lack of action before the winter came, her stomach occasionally growling as a reminder. It was only after some silence and distant whispering that they spoke again, "If you want a place to stay, you must kill to survive. Remove those who merely glare at the star's guidance and mercy, an apology to the lights above for their distasteful inaction." Corvus loved the stars, but she didn't want to kill people for it; that was the only thing she couldn't do for the bright lights above. More scoffs rang out, angered whispers filling the silence. "If you want to live, you must do so. We will leave you to freeze, a slow and painful death where not even the stars can help you. How can someone like you, who swears she loves the stars, not remove those who blindly reject it?" Hesitation met her; she was filled with silence. She didn't want to die in the cold, eternally hidden from the stars. And surely there's another way to express her love to the skies, without harming any individual? Unfortunately, however, she had no choice. The Star Syndicates insisted it was the best way to gain the heaven's approval.
Her first target? Her own family. As she was telling her story to the Syndicates, she accidentally blurted out that her family doesn't follow the stars. When she was sent off back to her home with a weapon, Corvus was devastated. Every step closer was just as painful to her as her heart being squeezed. Even in the cold, harsh blizzard, the regret of what she was about to do haunted her more than any storm could have. Tracking her own faint footsteps, she pauses, hesitates, and with every step she took, she tried thinking of a way out of this while also finding somewhere safe to stay away from those murderers, finding no solution without the stars' guidance. Standing just outside her house, she only stared. Minutes passed, and the only thing that kept her going was the biting cold. As she entered, she was only met with anger. "You filthy bastard, we told you to leave, and yet you couldn't even do that! We were surviving just fine without you, don't think for a second that we'll let you back in!" They were relentless. Threatening her, stabbing at her insecurities, just to get her away. Corvus didn't want to hurt them; she really didn't. But their words drove her to insanity.

...

As she walked back, blood staining the snow, she staggered. Her mind was racing with images of what she had just done. The stars will never forgive her, even if it was for them. When she got back to the camp, she demanded that she get a place to stay as reward for killing her own damned family. She was only met with laughter. This amused them, and they wanted more.
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The stars hated her. Even when winter passed, clouds still clung to the sky overhead, no matter where she was. She was desperate. Those Syndicates said the stars would love this, that they would never leave her side if she just followed their will. Those idiots. Those blinding bastards. They broke her, they made her kill her own family as a last resort, and they continued to force her to kill innocent people. Those people they killed weren't the ones rejecting the sky; the SYNDICATES were. And now, she is, too. Her throat tightened; she couldn't breathe. All those people killed, and for what? To be abandoned for it? What an idiot she was for not realizing sooner, for not giving any bit of effort to escape it. So blind that when the lights that guided her left her sight for one second, she started killing everyone.
She clawed at herself, wailing at the sky for mercy, to be forgiven. But the clouds never cleared, and even trying to fly above them took away her sense of direction, forcing her to plummet back to the ground. The stars hated her; they were afraid of her. Through her bloodstained grief, she vowed to the heavens above. "I'll never kill another soul again, I'll be damned if I try!" The clouds parted, revealing a silhouette descending towards her. "Is that so? You promise not to kill again?" Laughter bubbled from her throat, whether it was cruel laughter or not, Corvus couldn't tell. "I can take you to a world where the stars won't know what you did, just as long as you keep your vow." She stares into Corvus, face stern and judging. Corvus looks up at her, "And what if someone attacks me? Will I let them kill me?" Even as she's given a way out, for the stars to forgive her, she still questions this person's word. Corvus winces, already wishing to take back the foolish words she spoke. Laughter rang out again, this time clearly amused. "You'll figure that out, won't you?" She reaches out, extending her hand to Corvus. Her eyes shadowed, yet a gentle smile is drawn over her face. Reaching out, Corvus grabs her hand and….

Meeting Shewolf

Through her bloodstained grief, she vowed to the heavens above. "I'll never kill another soul again, I'll be damned if I try!" The clouds parted, revealing a silhouette descending towards her. "Is that so? You promise not to kill again?" Laughter bubbled from her throat, whether it was cruel laughter or not, Corvus couldn't tell. "I can take you to a world where the stars won't know what you did, just as long as you keep your vow." She stares into Corvus, face stern and judging. Corvus looks up at her, "And what if someone attacks me? Will I let them kill me?" Even as she's given a way out, for the stars to forgive her, she still questions this person's word. Corvus winces, already wishing to take back the foolish words she spoke. Laughter rang out again, this time clearly amused. "You'll figure that out, won't you?" She reaches out, extending her hand to Corvus. Her eyes shadowed, yet a gentle smile is drawn over her face. Reaching out, Corvus grabs her hand and….

Personality

Corvus always seems uncomfortable, as if at any moment, something will jump out at them and attack them. They often zone out, staring at nothing with wide eyes, mind racing. Overall, she is neutral. Wherever someone is needed, even if they have done bad things, she will offer them guidance from the stars. She tries her best to come off as impassive, as if nothing bothers her. Her body language, however, betray it all. Their wings flare, fingers twitching and fidgeting, a stutter or hesitation, it doesn't take much to find out how they feel about something. Anxious and cautious, strange movements that keep her silent, as if she were always on her tiptoes, she doesn't let a single noise get by her without a flinch, and a touch being abysmall, causing her a look of great fear. Their anxiety reaches out to their trust, her past experiences make it difficult for her not to look at everything cynically. Corvus feigns a confident and cocky mask, chuckling at threats, bluffing with every word she says. She smiles, bringing an act of confidence, but it never reaches her eyes, eyebrows even furrowing, betraying anxiety.

Otherwise, when she is found alone, her act completely changes. Calm, slow, and delicate movements follow her as she crafts, building a house, creating clothing or embroidery patterns, painting, or even gardening. They do it all as if she's mesmerized. Around people Corvus feels comfortable with, their words slow, voice quieting down, and gentle laughs sprout from within, as if all the anxiety they dealt with sapped her of her energy, like a rainbow after a storm. She repays kind acts and her loved ones, vowing to herself to protect them if they're in need, or to return the favor tenfold.

Abilities & Limits

Innate

Controlling her flight speed, she is able to give herself a burst of wing flight, a skill learnt to be more agile, and she can slow down when needed, gliding above the land as a useful way to thoroughly search the land. Her wings are silent as she flies, just as owls are as they hunt their prey.

Trained

During her days as an assassin, she has now useless knowledge of combat, more so, how to swiftly take care of someone. They also learned agility, as being an owl gives her the ability of speed and silence, using that to her advantage, even seemingly gliding across the land, her footsteps completely muted.

Nowadays, she tries to learn any non-destructive craft there is, tailoring, painting, creating music, or mostly drawing charts of the stars, painting images of the stories the stars tell.

Weaknesses & Limitations

Having claustrophobia, she's deeply afraid of enclosed spaces, including clouded skies, since she can't find the stars. She is lost without her guide, and won't feel any bit safe until they can see them again, not even trusting their own judgement. Being in places with low roofs is worse, as she feels even more vulnerable, being unable to safely fly away.

Seeing blood or any violence brings back difficult memories. She looks away whenever she can. If they stare for too long, an internal itch forms, something she tries her best to fight against.

Appearance & Flavour

Physical Description

Corvus is a tall, yet thin humanoid, with a set of barn owl wings, frayed and seemingly burnt at the edges. Their hair is dyed black, with a reddish-brown at the roots. Chopped, unkempt, and short, her hair is only held up by a small ponytail, a small tuft of hair, while the rest of her hair flows freely in front of her face. Her ears are those of wings, the same color as her larger variant, using them at times to hide their face. Her eyes are relaxed yet sharp, pupils shaped like a diamond, and a color resembling that of the night sky. Small eye bags are seen below their eyes, a sign that she doesn't sleep often. She has white freckles, almost hard to spot until you're looking closely, that lie underneath their eyes. A white scar can be seen across her left eye, a reminder of their past. A long, very slim tail can be found waving about as she moves, the end of her tail a floating star. She oftentimes wraps her tail around herself, only using it as a balance as they travel.

-- Clothing
Corvus wears a dark purple long-sleeved shirt, with its sleeves poofed out at the ends. Over their shirt lies a short, open-ended cloak, white yet transparent. Across her torso and upper arms are bandages, pulled tight, giving her a sense of comfort. She wears a silver pearl necklace on her head. Their hands wear black fingerless gloves, using them for any bit of warmth, while giving their fingers freedom to perform their creativity. She wears cargo pants, using the pockets to their advantage, being able to store anything as large as a book in them. On her pants and shirt are embroidered stars, representing what she loves. Around their waist is a wrapped cloth with its ends dangling, like a bandana worn as a belt. Corvus treads with large black boots, somehow still silent as she walks, with laces that go all the way up to the boot's opening flap.

Messages & Whispers

The stars align as constellations, an astral language she's learned over time, trusting the message they carry.

Fun facts / Quirks

Corvus's name comes from the constellation, the crow. Even as she is owl-typed, she calls herself that as a reminder of her past, the Star Syndicate being a murder of crows, feasting on innocent flesh, and blaming it on the stars.

She can often be seen taking deep breaths, claiming it makes her feel better and gets rid of any suffocating feeling.

They have two twin dogs named after her favorite constellation and star.

She keeps her hair dyed black, as a play on how she calls herself a crow. They dont bother with her wings, though, as they quickly shed and form new feathers, the dye lasting only about a week.

She's the most relaxed in quiet and dark places, taking in all of her senses as a form of meditation.

Their favorite areas are libraries, as not only does it bring comfort, she can also read and express creativity in them.

She shimmies. Like the barn owl does when they're happy. It's stupid I love it

World Ties

Key Events since arrival

Visited the core, and met their first person there

God Followed

Auroris

Nation

Sanctora leaning, not really affiliated

Friends / Allies / Enemies

Flyvee - Acquaintanced. Corvus thinks he can be scary, even when he has no intentions of harm.

Offering(s) to Shewolf